Chapter 180: Chapter 177: He Asked, "What Is Your Relationship With Ying Jingyao?
Ye Xiao heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Steadying her mind, Ye Xiao turned around and immediately felt a strong, cold, sharp gaze directed at her.
Taking a breath, Ye Xiao looked at Xixi running over.
"Xiao Xiao, Brother Ying." Xixi raised her little hand high.
Ye Xiao took the phone from her hand.
As soon as the phone was in Ye Xiao’s hand, Xixi turned around like a cheerful little bee and ran towards Rong Mochen.
Seeing Rong Mochen lift Xixi to sit on his lap, Ye Xiao turned around and pressed the phone to her ear, "Jingyao."
"Xiao Xiao..." Ying Jingyao’s hoarse voice brushed into her ear, and Ye Xiao frowned slightly, "Are you drunk?"
There was a moment of silence on Ying Jingyao’s end, then when he spoke again, his voice was clear, "No."
Ye Xiao pursed her lips, "Where are you?"
"Jun Huang," Ying Jingyao said in a low voice, "I just sent those people off."
"Is Ruan Chen with you?"
"No. I told him to leave first," Ying Jingyao said.
Ye Xiao’s frown deepened, "So you’re alone in Jun Huang now?"
Ying Jingyao didn’t speak, only the sound of his gentle breathing came through.
Ye Xiao gritted her teeth, "Wait for me."
Ye Xiao hung up before he could say anything else.
She stopped doing the dishes, pulled down her sleeves, and left the kitchen with a serious expression, saying to Xixi and Hanhan, "Xixi Hanhan, come to Mommy."
Hanhan put down the remote control and walked towards Ye Xiao, and Xixi obediently got down from Rong Mochen’s lap and went to Ye Xiao’s side.
"It’s almost nine now, Mommy will give you a bath and time for bed," Ye Xiao said as she led the two little ones towards the bedroom.
"But I don’t want to sleep right now," Xixi looked back at Rong Mochen, her little voice tinged with reluctance.
"Be good, Xixi. We’ll go to sleep early today, and Mommy will take you and your brother out to play tomorrow." Ye Xiao gently said.
"Play?" Xixi excitedly turned her head towards Ye Xiao.
Ye Xiao nodded with a smile.
"Where to?"
"You’ll know when we go tomorrow."
"...Alright then."
After washing and coaxing Xixi and Hanhan to sleep, Ye Xiao came out of the bedroom and looked around the living room, not seeing the person she was looking for.
She listened for a few seconds, then quickly walked to the entrance, changed her shoes, grabbed the coat hanging on the coat rack and the shoulder bag on the shoe cabinet, walked out, locked the door, and took the elevator to the lower floor.
In the elevator, Ye Xiao put on her coat, took out her car keys from her bag, and when the elevator reached the ground floor, she hurried out.
The lights in the parking lot were dim, and as Ye Xiao found the parking space where she parked, she opened the car door, about to get in, when her arm was suddenly yanked from behind. Then, she was spun half a circle and pinned hard against the car body by what felt like a solid "wall".
In the darkness, Ye Xiao thought she had encountered a thug, so she grabbed her bag and fiercely swung it at the person in front of her.
Her arm was caught midway, her wrist clipped by a large hand and pinned against the car body beside her.
Ye Xiao panted heavily, waves of panic washing over her, her voice hoarse as she tried to call for help, "Help, um..."
Her lips were suddenly sealed by a wet touch.
.
Ye Xiao was terrified, struggling fiercely, "Um, let go, let go of me, help, help, um um..."
By the end, Ye Xiao couldn’t utter a single word.
Ye Xiao clenched her teeth, glaring at him without speaking.
Rong Mochen looked at her stubborn, mocking face, unable to control the fury and jealousy burning in his heart. With his other hand, he lifted her chin and bit down on her coldly raised lip.
Ye Xiao’s pupils dilated, her cheeks pale from the pain, yet she stubbornly refused to make a sound.
Rong Mochen felt a sudden, sharp heartache, his bite increasing in force, his dark eyes red with anger, "What is your relationship with Ying Jingyao? Friends, or have you slept together!"
"..."
Ye Xiao only felt a painful tug in her chest, taking a couple of deep breaths, she raised her chin and glared at him, "What does this have to do with Mr. Rong? What right does Mr. Rong have to question me in such an upset, angry tone? Mr. Rong, please let go of me immediately, otherwise, I’ll have to call the police."
"Call the police?" Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed, his cold and angry eyes locking onto Ye Xiao’s furious eyes, "What are you going to report, accuse me of sexual harassment?"
"Isn’t that what Mr. Rong is doing now?" Ye Xiao replied coldly.
"Ha..." Rong Mochen laughed mockingly, suddenly tightening his long arm to pull Ye Xiao into his embrace, pushing her into the car with his other hand.
"Mr. Rong!" Ye Xiao’s face went pale, trembling as she pressed her hands against his, her eyes misty with tears as she pleaded with him.
Rong Mochen lifted his head from her neck, his dark eyes bloodshot, like two lurking beasts staring fiercely at Ye Xiao, his voice coarse and deep, "Has he touched you here?"
Humiliation flashed in Ye Xiao’s eyes, the moisture on her lashes heavier, biting her lower lip hard, she remained silent.
Rong Mochen stared at the crystalline droplets on Ye Xiao’s eyelashes, flicking them with his fingertip.
"No!" Ye Xiao spoke, her voice laced with a collapse into a low sob, tears rolling down the tips of her eyelashes.
Pearl-like transparent tears fell from her alabaster, porcelain face, disappearing into her slender neck. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and the faint sound of sobbing rumbled in her throat, mingling with liquid sounds.
Rong Mochen closed his eyes, his thin lips placed a soothing kiss on her chin, withdrawing his hand.
Ye Xiao closed her eyes, turning her face toward the back of the chair, not making a sound.
Rong Mochen stared at the small part of her cheek that was exposed, his rough breathing gradually calming, the storm in his dark eyes receding into deep, quiet tranquility.
He reached out to caress Ye Xiao’s cheek, his voice hoarse and low, "Good girl."
"Mr. Rong, can you get off me now?" Ye Xiao didn’t look at him, her face toward the back of the chair as she spoke, her voice as cold as ice.
Rong Mochen paused slightly, not getting up immediately. Instead, he stared at her profile for a while, then slowly stood up. His tall, stately figure blocked out the dim light at the car door.
Ye Xiao’s slender, delicate fingers trembled as she pulled the hem of her sweater down, her thin body desperately trying to control but still couldn’t stop shaking.
She sat up, her long, damp eyelashes hanging pitifully and delicately. She reached out to close the car door.
But her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.
Ye Xiao’s fingertips curled into her palm, she pressed her lips tightly, looking up at him.
Rong Mochen’s jaw was tense, wordlessly dragging Ye Xiao out from the driver’s seat, his movements rough, yet not hurting her.
Ye Xiao was led by him, completely unable to resist.
Suddenly, she hated herself a little, why couldn’t she be stronger!
Rong Mochen pulled her around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and abruptly picked her up, stuffing her into the passenger seat.
Ye Xiao, "..."
Rong Mochen fastened Ye Xiao’s seatbelt, his long legs taking quick strides as he moved to the driver’s seat.
Before Ye Xiao could speak, he had already driven out of the complex.
"..." Ye Xiao was once again in stunned silence, her delicate eyebrows knitted tightly, staring anxiously at his cold, impassive profile. It took her a while to find her voice, "Mr. Rong, where are you taking me?"
Rong Mochen glanced at her, that look colder than the ice in the Antarctic, "Jun Huang!"
Ye Xiao’s pupils widened.
Ye Xiao’s car was a tens of thousands Volkswagen brand, yet it was bought with her hard-earned money.
Jun Huang was one of the top high-end entertainment venues in S City, its entrance lined with luxury cars worth millions.
So, when Rong Mochen parked at the entrance of Jun Huang, the valet at the front simply ignored them.
Rong Mochen got out of the car, his cold black eyes swept over the valet chillingly.
The valet felt a chill down his spine, hesitating in place for a long time before slowly walking over.
Rong Mochen expressionlessly tossed the car keys to him.
The valet caught them, bewildered, standing awkwardly aside.
Ye Xiao got out of the car, her brows furrowing as she looked at Rong Mochen.
An audacious thought suddenly crossed her mind, Ying Jingyao’s event tonight might be related to him!
When Rong Mochen led Ye Xiao straight to the private room where Ying Jingyao was, Ye Xiao was even more certain of her thoughts.
Her face slightly darkened.
Standing at the door of the private room, Ye Xiao paused for a moment before pushing the door and entering.
Upon entering, she saw Ying Jingyao leaning on the black sofa, one hand covering his forehead, his handsome face flushed with redness. He had taken off his coat and suit jacket, now wearing just a waistcoat and white shirt, his tie haphazardly loosened, the shirt buttons undone a few, making him look uncomfortable.
Ye Xiao’s brows furrowed more tightly, and she quickly walked forward.
As she approached, a strong smell of alcohol hit her nose.
Ye Xiao pressed her lips tightly, glancing at the drunkenly scattered bottles on the table in front of the sofa, seated herself next to Ying Jingyao, looked at his drunken, weary face, and said softly, "Jingyao."
Just one word, and Ying Jingyao’s hand moved from his forehead. Then, his half-closed eyes slowly opened, his clear eyes now hazy with drunkenness, filled with tender affection when looking at Ye Xiao, his voice languid and hoarse, "You’re here."
Ye Xiao stared at him, "Why did you drink so much?"
Ying Jingyao gently lifted the corner of his lips, reaching to hold Ye Xiao’s hand, stopping midway when a cold male voice suddenly wafted over from the doorway.
"Long time no see, Young Master Ying, hope you’re well."
"..." Ying Jingyao’s elegant brows slightly knitted, retracting his hand, his gaze drifting past Ye Xiao’s shoulder to the doorway.
Rong Mochen stood there coolly, hands leisurely sunk into his pockets, his short hair sharp and energetic, the face beneath black hair was strikingly handsome, coldly seductive, his thin lips pressed, exuding a sinister and insidious aura, and the gaze from the cold black eyes was tinted with silent smoke.
Ying Jingyao’s slightly furrowed brows instantly knitted tighter, he turned his gaze back to Ye Xiao, his drunken eyes seemingly sobering in a flash.
At this moment, Ye Xiao watched his tightened, slightly surprised eyes and suddenly lost all courage to meet his gaze.
Slightly lowering her head, Ye Xiao clenched her palms tightly.
Ying Jingyao’s lips, pale as water, pressed together as he narrowed his eyes at Rong Mochen again, his voice coming out several degrees colder, "President Rong, good to see you’re well."